No bitin, no swayin, come with some real shit!

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same rules! no topics, no hate shit, just skills or whateva

n e body gonna start this'n?

I didn't even know silence replied to the original topic until i signed on just now. oh well...


my lyrical endeavors hassle hustle you nasty with flash grenades harrass ye family
silenced muzzle flashes muffled during mass at saint john of the divine, chains mine
bust on halcyon of rapper troops with they mouths painted on steppin mines
another fucker dumbing it down throwing sub-par pitches from the mound
bound you in my words till my journey unfolds as you growing mold
on this hand you better fold or i take whatever gold you be holding fool
wrap my rhymes around a spool of beat mania biting into crews like canine teeth
bleed fools like a beast, feast on the flesh cannibal massacre madness feast
sink your whole game like the lusitania, nazgul biting across the sea from transylvania
hit the main vein, no cut is ever the same
beat on your team like butterbean and flee the scene with the means -
to an end, slingin wounds from his toxic tongue you can't mend
each word is a gem, i'm the photographer holding the lense
pose for me, you're dead
i'll make cold fusion work when i'm on a mission
lead you to the quicksand bog, will o wisp em
dishing deep bastard gamma blasts from the holes in his mask, deadly emissions
dash for the cash like a dastardly phantom with no class
with more shotgun style then dick cheney
more jazzy tone then monica ramey
you can't blame me for shutting you down, drown in my sound
i'm your master ala pai mai punch through five inches of pine wood slates
that could be your face in this place, in the club it'll be my bass
taking down hostile or impotent emcees for miles, sonic BOOM! groove overpowered like guile
already passed the hercules trials for me by the gods of emceeing
this body of mine crowded with demons all through my soul electricity
your bullets already missed me, mind slippery, you tripped on crisco
as far as this topic goes, i'm the ultimate being, unbeatable
the next prize bull i take down will have your face, your frown
tattooed on the gravestone of another for the hecatomb gloom, mass grave
broom shoves you offstage, this one coming to you from the merlin mage of slanging game

bump.

is this a no show or what? where you at silence?

sorry i'm havin computer trouble will drop verse ASAP. sorry once again

are you dropping a verse or what?

sorry once again finally got this shit to work and i cud drop a verse or you cud take the win and battle me again. your choice bcus i took to long. real shit, from a real nigga

drop your verse man, there's no honor in default win.

that shit was weak

I agree, I put no effort into that verse and it wound up being too wordy because I didn't know how to finish it up and that shit was just rolling off the dome it's hard to stop. Well Silence hasn't dropped yet so I figured I'd just drop something more worthy of this battle.

da real silence should live up to the name
his secret shame forever getting iced by a lyricist with nerd name
snip snip your man clit get graced wit third party label contract annullment
when they see what i bring, metatrons angels sing sylvia striplin grooves
even ringwraiths blooded or penned friends know not to mess with his tunes
whatever beef you wanna bring already went bad, none of your punches can land
dissing dirty d is a college major in self gratification viagra masturbation
bitch please, my street cred written on ancient scrolls and bleached bones
air your stench out like no-zone to the dro
and he drink absinthe without chaser to boot
the last thought before i waste ya
"how's that white civilian firing tracers?"
gramps guard your pacemaker
thee wraith rhymes microwave lasers
nazgul the bringer of bad news, you lose
you don't shoot the messenger nowadays he shoots you

you truly are horrible. and you think you can make it in the music industry. i aint said this in like 5 years but... nigga please

bitch ass motherfucker, you don't know shit.

aiight, i'm here, one 2 spit

aiight, i'm here, one 2 spit i'mma respond 2 both verses wit 2 verses

Ya mus not kno, i'll rip ya flow like paper jeans,
ya blunt mus b laced, the gangsta got this pussy tak'n it thru his jeans,
i got the dessies out like white girls breast,
you need to give it a rest b4 i have ya like tim russert wit permanent rest,
poke out ya chest and watch me put a new hole for ya breathe,
ya punches is like food at the shelter, when its all done ya aint got nothin left,
if ya problem then i'm bout solve 'em,
i'm a math wiz, a gun plus a gangsta will make ya history,
ya giv'n no backshots, ya tak'n backshots and dat his~story,
the summer time got niggas think'n they hot,
i got these niggas behind b.a.r.s tak'n hotshots,
the chrome blaz'n up ya grouphome,
while ya steady giv'n group dome,
vanish b4 i merk ya in spanish, betta yet i'mma drown in the english,
Me wit a death wish, will happen when all illegals get establish,
this the first out of many, victories ya dont have any,
since iron burnt penny, my Heat cut ya comeback the Hardway like Penny,
150 battles only half seen me, Silence is the Anti,
you cudn't put out a bounty, unless Dog started to like black pussy,
i don't give a fuck if it rhyme, ya com'n up out of here Chad Johnson in Cincy!,
ya brains like the lakers, in the finals ya gettin blown out,
ya whole squad is full of fakers, only yall fake breast shown out,

im done my computer fuckin' up.

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